Theatrical Regression Life

Chapter 588

Theatrical Regression Life Chapter 588

Episode 588:

The survivors escaped from the underworld at 8:39 PM on Wednesday.

It’s time for everyone to come home from work and play around.

“….”

It was enough to celebrate that he managed to survive and return, but…

“Fuck.”

Some survivors were in great trouble.

One of them, Song In-myeong, smiled with a discolored face and held a wine cork.

“Fuck shit shit shit barru rollaro.”

His tongue flashed a profanity.

“What on earth did I do…??”

Easily done with bare hands! Song In-myeong’s hand was shaking as he uncorked the wine.

Song In-myeong, who has excellent physical strength, did not do this because it was difficult to open just one cork. Song In-myeong’s entire body was shaking slightly as he blew out the bottle without pouring the wine into a glass.

“….”

bean.

Song In-myeong put down the wine bottle on the desk and started laughing.

“…Should I fall behind…”

Honestly, if I enjoyed life this much, I think I could die soon.

“Oh no, what the fuck am I talking about?”

The remaining reason encouraged Song In-myeong’s survival instinct, but the conclusion was the same as before.

“I should just search.”

I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

“Fuck.”

Since coming back to life, Song In-myeong has been spitting out the word ‘fuck’ 94 times.

Song In-myeong also knew that in the other world, the spirit is crushed as much as possible. Until now, it had nothing to do with Song In-myeong, but for some reason, Song In-myeong also felt the pressure this time.

“…Shibaal….”

The result was the current drunkard murderer Song In-myeong.

“Ah, why did you do that…!”

Song In-myeong could not understand himself.

‘Why on earth did you do such an embarrassing thing?’

I didn’t think anything of it until I first encountered Dayoung Park and her group at the aquarium.

His whole plan was to go and see Lee Jae-heon and make fun of him, but unlike that simple beginning, Song In-myeong in the second half was a man of character.

“Am I crazy…? “Was there a reason to give it all to Lee Jae-heon?”

It’s true that I wanted to build a proper relationship with Lee Jae-heon, but there was no need to put my body on the line to please him. It’s not a new chick during breeding season that woos by shaking its butt.

“Even Lee Jae-heon wasn’t in his right mind?”

When a person who has gone crazy returns to reality and regains his or her senses, how much is it likely that he or she will remember his gratitude towards Song In-myeong? Even if we maintained our friendship based on gratitude and other objective values, I

didn’t know if that would happen.

“Besides… why did I go out of my way to kill them all…? Was it really necessary to put in that much effort…?”

I admit that I lost focus for a moment on Lee Jae-heon’s death.

‘If the guy next door you want to become friends with dies, of course you can’t help but be angry.’

However, that was not enough of a reason to go around the eight provinces of the country and kill the survivors one by one.

“….”

The eight provinces across the country are a bit of an exaggeration, and I just went around the nearby regions.

“It’s also the same as the fact that I was offended by that bastard Park Da-young…”

That sly, clever bastard.

“Oh, I’m upset again.”

And I was embarrassed.

“Why did I do that??”

This question alone has already been asked over 30 times.

“Why did I really do that???”

It was such a shame that I got drunk and had an accident and woke up the next day and felt like I had been hit hard!

“Ugh….”

Song In-myeong, who created the Oman statue, held up the wine bottle again with tears streaming down his face.

Song In-myeong is not a huge fan of alcohol, but an artist’s friend is an alcoholic. In a world where there are many artists who take drugs to make proper art, this was a good thing. And originally, when life was difficult, you had to drink sweet alcohol.

“What bullshit.”

Song In-myeong scolded his brain for not running as smoothly as usual.

“Oh, I’m really going to spin.”

From the work in the other world to my mental state, nothing was going my way.

In addition to the factors mentioned above, there were many factors that increased Song In-myeong’s blanket kick. Song In-myeong was either strangely excited or strangely calm the whole time he was in this hidden world. There was nothing more shameful than his excited past.

“Ah…”

Song In-myeong thought for a moment.

“Even in real life, if you look after all the kids, does time go back?”

But the conclusion came quickly.

“How the fuck is that going to work?”

If that had happened, Lee Jae-heon and his group would have started talking about it right away. They wouldn’t have tried so hard to keep all the survivors alive before escaping from the other side.

‘I tried to prevent people from dying because it is impossible to return once you leave the other side of the world.’

Therefore, Song In-myeong’s shameful situation could not go back to the beginning.

“….”

Even if that were possible, the problem was that there were regressors like Jeong In-ho and Ha Seong-yoon who could basically remember the events of the previous episode.

“I’m so fucking jealous.”

It just all seemed like shit.

“Aaaah….”

Song In-myeong held a bottle of alcohol in both hands and poured it on his head.

‘I just wish I could search through everything.’

Song In-myeong, who had never accumulated such dark history, cried and consumed the alcohol he had accumulated. I knew that I looked pathetic, but what the fuck did I know? Artists also need this kind of honest time.

“Now, writer…?”

“I’m going to fucking ruin it!!”

“Let’s go, author…??”

The manager who was assisting him couldn’t understand the madness of this crazy writer.

“Hhhhhhh!! “Why on earth did you do that!!!”

Song In-myeong could not understand his past self.

“Huh…!!”

“Now, writer. calm down. “Is it because you don’t have enough materials?”

“Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!!!”

No, honestly.

I felt even more embarrassed that I could understand it.

‘I’m going to fall behind.’

and.

“…”

It wasn’t just Song In-myeong who went crazy recalling the dark history he had left behind in the underworld.

First of all, except for Song In-myeong, he is the first survivor.

“Um…”

Jeong In-ho was there.

As soon as he returned to reality, Jeong In-ho, who confirmed Lee Jae-heon’s life and death, was able to feel embarrassed.

“….”

Hehe.

“I see.”

Immediately after his return to life, Jeong In-ho has not spoken since. He was just sitting on a chair in his studio apartment, looking like he had bleached his hair, looking into space and smiling. That could truly be expressed as a lively smile.

Fortunately, Jung In-ho was better at controlling his emotions than Song In-myeong, and above all, this was not the only time he experienced the cruelty of the underworld.

‘I’m now used to the intense string hitting right after returning to reality.’

There was some embarrassment, but it didn’t go as crazy as Song In-myeong did.

“….”

That was exactly it.

“…I have to ask how the others are doing.”

Jung In-ho said that and tried to restore his spirit to its original state.

Have you ever been distracted in the other world? It was natural for people to go crazy when pushed into extreme situations. It would have been much more reasonable to check the status of the survivors at a time like this.

“I think it would be a good idea to contact Dayoung and Dahun first.”

In this way, Jeong In-ho contacted the survivors and tried to somehow deal with his shame…

Jung Eun-woo, who greatly contributed to his shame, also could not escape the cruelty of the underworld.

“….”

Jeong Eun-woo hasn’t gotten off work yet.

Jeong In-ho’s next hitter was none other than his uncle Jeong Eun-woo.

“….”

He had just returned to reality and was very surprised by his emotional state.

“…Chief, why are you doing this?”

“…No, just…”

“Where does it hurt?”

“It’s not like that.”

No, isn’t it?

“…Do you also deal with heartache?”

“…I will tell the chairman and get some leave, so please sit here.”

“It’s not like that.”

“You’ve had a lot of work to do these days. “You need to take care of your health, Director.”

“No….”

“Oh, Eun-joo. Where is the chairman right now? It’s no different, the manager’s condition is a bit….”

“….”

Click.

“…It’s not like that…”

But since he was broken right now, Jung Eun-woo decided to take a rest.

“….”

Jeong Eun-woo sat blankly for a while, remembering his subordinate who left him in the bathroom. Jeong Eun-woo, who was sitting quietly alone and continuing his self-reflection, soon found his cell phone vibrating.

When he answered the phone, Lee Jae-hee, the chairman of this party, spoke to him from the other end.

?If your condition is bad, you should tell us in advance, Jeong Eun-woo.

“…sorry. Because it was an unexpected situation…”

?I know you usually manage your condition well, but have you had any problems lately?

“There were no problems. sorry.”

?I never thought I would say this to Director Jeong Eun-woo, but… I have made a reservation at the counseling room, so please take sick leave until next Wednesday and rest. As for the consultation, Eunwoo Jeong chose a teacher he knows well, so it won’t be too burdensome.

“Thank you, Chairman.”

-I hope you recover.

With those words, Jaehee Lee hung up the phone.

“….”

This was Jung Eun-woo’s first experience with the secret world, and he was still dumbfounded.

“…What kind of tact can you do at my age…”

Jeong Eun-woo smiled shyly, wiping his face with an unfamiliar feeling of self-destruction.

Isn’t he getting closer to 50? I can’t believe a grown man acting like that just because he saw his niece’s face after a long time. Recalling the situation where I had immaturely made fun of Jeong In-ho, Jeong Eun-woo smiled in embarrassment with a heated face.

“You must be in a bad mood.”

There were no bad intentions.

And until I first saw my nephew, I didn’t plan on making such a fuss. I just wanted to respect Inho because he hates me and keeps his distance from me… but

at some point, it turned into a prank that was like poking a crawling earthworm.

“I’m sorry.”

Jung Eun-woo muttered that, then fell silent for a moment and then quietly picked up his phone.

His gaze as he looked at the narrow screen was somewhat persistent.

“….”

I already knew my nephew’s number.

“Hehehe….”

Jeong Eun-woo smiled slightly and sent a greeting text to Jeong In-ho.

There was no reply, but it was hard not to laugh at this as it clearly reminded me of my nephew running amok.

‘As expected, it’s fun.’

Although it was difficult, it was a unique and enjoyable experience.

“….”

“….”

And the subordinates watched Jung Eun-woo like that in deep fear.

“…Director… are you smiling?”

“…You laughed. really. “Because it’s fun.”

Jeong Eun-woo’s smile was clearly visible through the transparent window of the bathroom.

One of the employees said while breaking into a cold sweat.

“Should we run away?”

“Do you really think you have to kill us…?”

“I heard the consultation is scheduled for tomorrow, so why not just do it today?”

“It’s almost 9 o’clock, so I wonder if there’s a counseling room open?”

“I’m scared…”

Although Jeong Eun-woo was not unaware of the employees shaking their bodies and sharing their fear, he ignored them indifferently. Perhaps because it was my first thrilling experience in a while, my body felt weak.

It was around this time that Jung Eun-woo laughed off his slight embarrassment with joy.

“….”

Another person.

“….”

There was a survivor who did not understand his actions.

“…Why me…”

It was Ha Seong-yoon.

“…how.”

He was sitting on a chair in the hospital’s professor’s office, holding his ears tightly as if they were going to crush them with a nervous look on his face. Ha Seong-yoon’s face was as pale as if he had eaten something wrong.

Unlike the previous survivors, Ha Seong-yoon’s self-blame was different in weight and substance.

“Why am I like that…”

Maybe that was the case.

“….”

It was unbecoming a doctor.

It was unhuman behavior.

“….”

It shouldn’t have happened like that…

“…Haaa…”

Ha Seong-yoon consciously exhaled and calmed himself.

Everything that happens in the underworld is an inevitable event. Ha Seong-yoon’s spirit is broken and demanding or taking for granted other people’s sacrifices all have valid grounds and reasons….

“….”

Well?

What basis and reason is there?

‘What justification can we find?’

The blood did not return to my already pale hands, and only coldness filled them.

He tried to kill Song In-myeong. it could be. But that shouldn’t be the case. Of course, Ha Seong-yoon had stuck a scalpel to Song In-myeong’s neck in the past, but this case was a little different.

He even encouraged other survivors to commit murder.

‘Even to Garam.’

How can that be justified?

“Even if I had to do that, I should have done it…”

If I committed a sin, I should have dealt with it alone. Rather than doing something that disqualifies you as a doctor or as a human being.

“….”

No matter how much benefit he could gain from Song In-myeong’s death, he had to restrain himself.

“…If this were my nature, wouldn’t it be so terrible?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I shouldn’t have done that…”

The voice, which was trying to gloss over the horror with a forced smile, suddenly cut off as my brain became tense and heated.

I felt like my heart was congested.

“….”

Why do I keep forcing someone to sacrifice?

Do you make others hurt by standing by, supporting, and understanding? Where has the spirit of being a doctor that I had in mind when I first wanted to become a doctor gone?

The moment I thought I was so terrible.

“…ah.”

Jaeheon Lee came to mind.

“…That person… Did he come out alive right now? How did Lee Jae-heon return to reality…”

Ha Seong-yoon urgently opened the group chat room on his cell phone, but there was no reply from Lee Jae-heon.

“….”

I became anxious.

Thinking back to the last time I saw Lee Jae-heon’s face, I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

‘It was so terrible.’

This is because I was reminded of a situation so miserable that it could no longer be mocked as a slut, as the question “Why isn’t it dead?” came to mind as it had already become a corpse.

As if other survivors had similar thoughts, when I called Lee Jae-heon’s cell phone, only a mechanical sound came out indicating that he was already talking to someone else.

“….”

It was well past dawn when Ha Seong-yoon spoke on the phone with Lee Jae-heon.

“…Yes, yes. it’s okay. “What about you, teacher?”

“….”

“okay. Thank you. Please rest well…”

Still, Ha Seong-yoon felt a little sweet.

The patient was alive.

(Continued in the next part)